John's POV
Alexander overdosed. I sat on the hospital chair, holding his hand and crying over him. My only friend, my basically-but-not-technically boyfriend left me. As I cried, the doctor just stood, observing me. I couldn't care less; my Alex just died.
My Alex.
I was too busy sobbing to notice the doc tapping on my shoulder. He finally shook it, a frantic look on his face.
"Move, sir. His heart started beating again."
"Wha...?"
"Sir, move!"
I let go of Alex, now hearing the heart monitor making noise. A steady beep echoed through the hospital room, the only other sound being the doctor and nurse whispering to each other while fussing over Alex.
He's alive.
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Alexander
FanfictionTrans!Alex I still suck at writing descriptions The sequel is John. Creative, I know.
